Hours spent on monkey bars, sliding down slippery-dips, climbing, twisting, gliding, jumping, swinging, crawling and tumbling on playgrounds. So much fun. And even those times when someone grazed a knee, fell off or became concussed, have only made my memories fonder.
For those clever ones out there, my name is Welsh for the smiling basket. Why? Well, a basket is a vessel that appears stable. In fact, it is tightly wound, rarely reveals weakness and is widely accepted not to smile; that's me. I intend to, through this blog, unwind, release my load and smile, hopefully bringing strangers on the joy ride with me. So friends, I am setting out on a journey, and I hope to see you at the other end.
Monday, 25 February 2013
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